Anarchy Station / Yi Xi (SynthV Original)

MERRY CHRISTMAS YI XI NATION!!! 🎄

This was my first time recording my actual guitar for a song and it was a lot of fun! I also have a twitter now linked below, may occassionally post some WIPs or other fun projects on there

In the future I probably won't go all out like this for a video again; I'd much rather just make one nice illustration as a background for each of my songs, since I wanna prioritize releasing more music over making a spectacle out of an MV.

Thank you as always to the cool dudes who leave kind words in my comments and to everyone who supports my music on bandcamp and streaming services, lots of love I will always appreciate you guys!!!

Instrumental/SVP: https://drive.google.com/drive/folder...

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6EROV5...
Apple Music:   / anarchy-station  
SoundCloud:   / anarchy-station  
BandCamp: https://rai1367.bandcamp.com/track/an...
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SONG CREDITS:

Music/Mix/Guitar/MV/Illust: ‪@raiOfficialgg‬
https://x.com/rai1367_?s=21

Mix/Master: ​⁠‪@SimplyCyndi‬, ‪@raiOfficialgg‬
https://x.com/_simplycyndi
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LYRICS:

What's the news with your bloodstained legacy?
A sad song with a reckless melody
We make peace with the hands of eternity
But you're too blind to see

Patch the wounds with a household remedy
Push the dagger far as the eye can see
We count cards and cut throats so carelessly
Oh, what a place to be

Mother, can you hear my call?
One by one, we're bound to fall
Mother, we've nowhere to run
Staring down the barrel of a gun

Sit back, relax take a pass
And feel it on your tongue
Oh I'd say it's nice to know ya
But my dear we're far too young
Take back the past tell the world
That your business here ain't done
God bless that pretty pink son of a gun

My, my, that's quite the accusation
Now can you hear the sound of liberation?
We trade blows and pass the aggravation
But that's the beauty of self-preservation

Just sign the dotted line
It's yours to redefine
Testify the daughter
Desecrate the crime
Bounded by the collar
Tasting the divine
Sanctify the slaughter
Rest with the benign

Mother, rest your weary wings
I'll buy you all your favorite things
Mother, can you hear my cry?
We thought we'd live to see those bastards die

Strike up the band, bite the hand
Let's watch the fountains bleed
Oh we're swingin' for the fences
We'd drop dead 'fore we concede
Take back the past, tell the world
that your business here ain't done
God bless that pretty pink son of a gun

The embassy, oh the embassy
We all fall victim to the embassy
The embassy, oh the embassy
We all run circles round the embassy

Amnesty, oh the amnesty
Gather 'round children for the amnesty
Amnesty, oh the amnesty
Looking to the sky for the amnesty

Ecstasy, oh the ecstasy
Slipping through our fingers is the ecstasy
Ecstasy, oh the ecstasy
Nowhere to be found is the ecstasy

Strike up the band, bite the hand
Let's watch the fountains bleed
Oh we're swingin' for the fences
We'd drop dead 'fore we concede
Take back the past, tell the world
that your business here ain't done
God bless that pretty pink son of a gun

Sit back, relax take a pass
And feel it on your tongue
Oh I'd say it's nice to know ya
But my dear we're far too young
Take back the past tell the world
That your business here ain't done
God bless that pretty pink son of a gun